Peter Parker One Shots

3 Years

Peter was nervous as he fiddled with the velvet box in his pocket, waiting for his girlfriend of three years to open the door.

He met her halfway through college, she had been in his engineering class and they sat next to each other. They began talking and a few weeks later ha gathered the courage to ask her out on a date.

He never had much money, so instead of some fancy restaurant he took her to the room of his nearby apartment for a rooftop dinner he made himself.

That was three years ago to the day and he never forgot a second of it. The way her blue eyes lit up with excitement, the way her blonde hair bounced as she hopped with excitement.

Peter smiled softly at the memory. He knocked on the door once more and heard some groans. He laughed quietly to himself at her antics. She opened the door, her blue eyes filled with annoyance. Her blonde hair was pulled into a messy bun and she was wearing only a long green T-shirt. Her lips were swollen and the too-big shirt fell over her shoulder enough to reveal several hickeys.

"Peter?" She asked, eyes suddenly widening. She pulled the shirt to cover her hockey's but t was too late. His eye was trained on her neck where the biggest had been. "What are you doing here?"

"Today's our three year anniversary. We were going to go to my rooftop again like we did on our first date." His eyes hadn't left the spot and his voice was had a sharp edge to it. She gave a slight shudder.

"Gwen? Come back to bed." Came a masculine voice from behind the door. "I wasn't finished with you." He was practically purring and growling at the same time.

"I'll be back in a minute Miles." She called over her shoulder. Peter's eyes began to well with tears. She wasn't even going to try and cover it. He wanted it to not be real because it could be be real, it couldn't be real, it couldn't be real.

"Well, it appears you're a little busy. I guess instead of the romantic speech and date I had prepared I'll say this. We're over because I'm not going to be with someone who treats me like this. I was intending on giving you this tonight, but I guess plans change." Peter opens the velvet box to reveal a silver engagement ring. Her jaw dropped and she covered her mouth with her hands. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

"Take it. I have no use for it now." His anger far surpassed his sadness and he threw the box over her shoulder. His enhanced strength sent it hurtling at the wall, leaving a dent.

"Gwen, are you alright?" Came the voice now known as Miles. He sounded concerned for her genuinely so Peter couldn't help but assume it wasn't a one night stand, but a relationship of a kind time.

"How long?" Peter's voice was strained as his eyes bore right into her soul. She mumbled something that he only caught with his enhanced hearing "Two months!" He screeched and she flinched. Tears were now openly streaming down her face.

"Peter please don't leave me." She whispered. "I don't have anything without you. You're the only thing I have left. You kept me together for so long I can't be without you again. Not after last time."

There had been a few weeks when she felt that she and Peter had been together for so long she forgot who she was without him. She came to him later and admitted she hadn't wanted that. She just felt trapped but she had realized how much she needed him.

She grabbed Peter's arms and tried to wrap them around her in a hug but he kept himself stiff. "If you can't be without me, then you shouldn't be with him. If you need me, then you shouldn't have needed him. If you have nothing without me, then why do you have him?" Peter's voice cracked as he began to let the hot tears fall out of his eyes. He yanked his arm away from her and turned on his heel. He ran down the stairs, ignoring her shouts after him. He ran, ran, ran, and ran until he found himself in one of he few places he felt that he was safe.